By the late G. V. Wigram
Faint not, Christian! though the road
Leading to thy blest abode
Darksome be, and dangerous too —
Christ, thy Guide, will bring thee through.
Faint not, Christian! though in rage,
Satan would thy soul engage;
Gird on faith’s anointed shield,
Bear it to the battle field.
Faint not, Christian! though the world
Hath its hostile flag unfurl’d;
Hold the cross of Jesus fast,
Thou shalt overcome at last.
Faint not, Christian! though within
There’s a heart so prone to sin;
Christ the Lord is over all,
He’ll not suffer thee to fall.
Faint not, Christian! though thy God
Smite thee with His chastening rod;
Smite He must with Father’s care,
That He may His love declare.
Faint not, Christian! Jesus’ near;
Soon in glory He’ll appear:
Then shall cease thy toil and strife,
Thou shalt wear the “crown of life.”
From Samuel Rutherford’s Letters
“I rejoice in the hope of the glory to be revealed; for it is no uncertain glory we look for: our hope is not hung upon such an untwisted thread, as I imagine so’ or It is likely ‘; but the cable, the strong tow of our fastened anchor, is the oath and promise of Him who is eternal verity: our salvation is fastened with God’s own hand, and with Christ’s own strength, to the strong support of God’s unchangeable nature. “I am the Lord. I change not, and therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed” (Mal. 3:6). We may pray, and dance, and leap upon our worthy and immoveable Rock: the ground is sure and good and will abide the assaults of hell and the world.”
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How few the words of Jesus when all the world, in its representatives — Herod, Pilate, priests arid elders — rose up against Him! He never uttered more or less than was needed for God’s glory. That perfect guidance of the tongue proceeded from the perfect subjection of His will to God.